I got the cordon blues I just can't cook for my guy I got the cordon blues He don't taste my honey pie
He says there's too much sugar in a tea I pray one day I'll find that recipe
It's true, I got the cordon blues My oven won't stay alive all night I got the cordon blues Now my baby lost his appetite
I wanna stir you up And make your steam rise high, high, high, high You know I'll be your slave But you'll never be satisfied
I need some jelly in my roll I need some hot sauce on my chips Won't cha dip your doughnuts in my bowl I wanna lick your fingertips
[blues guitar solo]
I need some jelly in my roll I need some.. on my chips I wanna dip my doughnuts in your bowl So I can lick your fingertips
Whoa oh oh, the cordon blues I just can't cook for my guy I'm telling you I got the cordon blues You won't taste my honey pie
After dinner, he's deserving for a tastier type of dish You know too many cooks Can given his every little wishTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
